Seeker (Harry Potter Characters X Reader)

Teddy Lupin

Requested by: AshTheStone

Teddy Lupin is a man of many faces. Literally. He has his Hogwarts Headboy face, with softer features than what he normally has, to make him look more diplomatic, even though he looks like a rockstar. In Headboy mode, he looks like a diplomatic punk.

He has his quidditch face, in which his bones are hardened, literally. With how many blows that idiot takes, he needs it. His brows are thicker, his eyes slightly bigger, his ear a tad smaller.

No one ever really notices these differences but me. Teddy's normal face has hints of his favorite actor of the month, with some slight features of his mother and father. No one notices the small changes he makes, but me.

But the face I like the most, is Teddy's face when he's asleep. Then there are no masks or quirks from whoever, it's just him. It is Edward Remus Lupin's face I like the most. He has his mom's nose and lips, but everything else looks just like his dad when he was at school. His hair is them a brown with blue tips, which is so him.

He doesn't know that I notice these changes. I'm not sure if he even notices the changes. He says I should be in Hufflepuff because I'm one of the nicest people he knows.

That's the thing, I'm too quiet to be a Hufflepuff. I'm the quiet observant type. That's why I'm in Slytherin. I notice the little things. Like how he taps the syllables of his full name under the table when he's waiting for something, or how he likes playing with my hands. He says I have artistic hands.

I notice the little flakes of gold and honey in his eyes in the sunset. I notice the way his eyes crinkle slightly when he's thinking of something funny. I notice how he subconsciously scratches his forearms when he's upset. I notice how his fingertips are callused from the guitar her keeps hidden in his room. He never lets anyone hear him play for fear of judgement. That's why he only plays for me. I love it when he does. He gets so into the music, and starts singing with softly without noticing.

Teddy prefers his meat rare, and he chews pencils and his sleeves. He brushes his teeth for four minutes because he's scared of dentists. He has gotten a total of seven tattoos, and it's a secret, well hidden by his robes. His favorite teacher is Professor McGonagel because she's the only one who didn't  give him looks of pity the first time she saw him.  Maybe that why he liked me. We understand each other. If we want sympathy, we'll ask for it.

Now, Teddy is fast asleep, his head on my chest, his arms wrapped around me waist, his brown hair with blue tips tickling my chin. He smells like the ocean. It's my favorite place. That's one of the reasons he keeps his hair a teal color. He did it for my birthday in first year, and I explained to him why I liked the color, and he decided to keep it.

I run my hand over the wolf tattoo on his shoulder. It was my design. The wolf had human eyes, and was sliver, with pieces of the moon woven into its fur. It was in honor of his dad.

I felt the cool metal of his ear piercings on my collar bone. He got those because he thought his mom would like them. Very few people know that everything he does is a way of honoring his parents.

Just like everything I does is to honor my best friend, who passed away just before Hogwarts. We planned to enter together, side by side. But that didn't happen. Not really. She wasn't with me. I only had a piece of her. Her dragon scale necklace braided into my hair.

Everyone says Teddy and I are an interesting looking pair. I'm part Veela, and he's part Werewolf and Metamorphagus. We both dress in a way no one understands. Me, with black ankle boots, leather jackets, and a pastel blue or pink dress, and Teddy with faded ripped jeans and a band T-shirt and flannel with multiple leather bands, given to him by his uncles Charlie and Bill.

Teddy inhales, and I feel his lashes move against my skin. I smile. He has such lovely long lashes. Those were from his mom. He turns his head, his nose now pressed against my skin. He presses a quick kiss to my chest.

"Why are you awake?" He asks, his voice thick with sleep. I smile. "Just thinking."

He moves up and kisses my forehead between my eyebrows. "I can see that, but what are you thinking about?" He asks with a slight chuckle, which I can feel vibrating through him, and in turn through me.

"You," I say with a smile, pecking him on the lips.

"All good things I hope?" He asks, rolling into his back, and pulling me into his chest. I burrow my head in the crook of his neck and breathe him in.

"Always," I say, kissing his open shoulder.

I feel his head turn to look at the clock on his nightstand. "Damn, two in the morning. Want some hot chocolate?" He asks, and I grin up at him. Hot chocolate whenever we wake up is tradition.

He grabs his clothes from the floor and starts to dress. He rolls his eyes at me watching.

"Get dressed loser," he says with a grin, tossing me one of his shirts.

When we were both dressed, we sneak out of his dorm, and down to the kitchens.

"Not you two again," groans the portrait who was next to the pears.

"Yes it is, good sir," Teddy says, tickling the pears. The kitchen doors open, and we enter.

The kitchens were nice and warm, the fire magically still glowing. Teddy gets two mugs. Yes, we still make hot chocolate the muggle way. It tastes better.

After we have our hot chocolate, we sit on the floor, our back against the counter. I examine Teddy watching the fire. The freckles on his neck are light, but take the pattern of constellations.

"And now?" He asks, turning to me with a smile.

"Nothing. Just admiring the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," I say with a smile.

"You should look in the mirror more often then," Teddy said, sliding his arm over my shoulders and pulling me into his side.

I love this idiot more than words can describe. He's literally the most perfect human being to ever exist.